"Fine, I'll satisfy you!"
Durandal knew that unless she taught Esdeath a lesson, Esdeath would never give up. She might as well beat her up and make her understand... even with an Imperial Arm, she was still no match for Durandal.
Neither of them said anything more. Although they were heading out tomorrow to subjugate the foreign tribes, even if those tribes possessed an army of a million, neither Esdeath nor Durandal thought much of them.
Even fighting now would not affect tomorrow's march.
The two of them immediately left the Imperial Capital. They did not stop until they had traveled more than a hundred miles away, reaching an uninhabited wilderness.
"No one will disturb us here. If you want a beating, come at me!" Durandal stood atop the grass, her pure sky-blue eyes fixed on Esdeath. Her tone made it seem as though she did not take Esdeath seriously at all.
"What an irritating attitude. Do you still see me as the weakling I used to be? But... the more you act like this, the more I want to train you, General Durandal..."
At those words, Esdeath's dark blue eyes turned dangerous. With a forceful sweep of her right hand, an azure Ice Sword appeared in her grasp. Her feet moved swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, she arrived before Durandal.
She was a descendant of the Balters Clan, a people who specialized in hunting Dangerous Species. Since childhood, she had carried a dagger to hunt Dangerous Species. In close combat, she was confident she would not lose to anyone. That was the pride of the last Balters clanswoman.
But just as she was about to touch Durandal, Durandal raised her arm. A stylish, translucent shield appeared before her—the Holy Spirit's shield!
The instant Esdeath's Ice Sword